Pegz - Propaganda lyrics

rate me

I'm not too concerned with rappers dissing me

I burnt bridges and turkey slapped the industry

I told critics, learn to act with dignity

My whole crew struggled to earn rap validity

I'm from a city of trials and tribulations

A lot of good friends deprived of liberation

Underworld killings, violent intimidation

Only the strong survive the situation

It's hard enough trying to hold your own

Without the weight of the world trying to overload

I go toe to toe with most of you blokes

And comatose ya homophobic bogan flows

Don't you know, not to grab the mic

With the same old punch line battle rhymes

Appetite for destruction like the anti-christ

Looking like choir boys running from paradise

Propaganda, Propaganda

I can't believe I forgot to thank ya

The whole wide world's like what a wanker

And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

Propaganda, Propaganda

I ain't heard shit bout what you stand for

Everyone knows that your not a gangster

And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

I don't carry a knife, I cook rappers alive

My hooks damage ya mind, like Suge Marion Knight

The bangers I write, I look fans in the eye

And ask em why this bullshit happens in life

Take away the cameras and lights, managers hype

All you gots the people who'll stand by your side

Put your hands in the sky like a shantaram

Tomorrow we're coming down like an avalanche, what?

My live shows like a fat-a-gram

On a tight rope, in some hammer pants (biatch)

You couldn't rock a rent-a-crowd on new year's

With free liquor, cheap strippers with huge *tits*

The truth is you need to start saving your shoe money

Paying ya dues instead of chasing the punani

Fucking with Pegz, I'm a take ya to school sonny

Ya out of ya depths in an inflatable pool party

Propaganda, Propaganda

I can't believe I forgot to thank ya

The whole wide world's like what a wanker

And they keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

Propaganda, Propaganda

I ain't heard shit bout what you stand for

Everyone knows that your not a gangster

And you keep on, keep on, keep on dumbing it down

I got brother's fecious, blood on my sneakers

You don't wanna see Obese jump through the speakers

Suffa's a genius, your just another defeatist

Writings on the wall like puzzler pieces

We love graffiti like junkies and street kids

Don't know what I'm saying better fucking read it

I'm a crew member since Menzie's Ave youth centre

Never give into the politics and group pressure

I got more loose screws than Hugh Heffner

With a gold Rolex from a bootlegger

Keep ahead of the pack like dole bludgers

Bone crushing lyricist, hit em like Joe Bugner

Grip the microphone, clip em like toe cutter

Treat them like hoes, don't give em my phone number

Propaganda, Propaganda